Promises Up in Smoke

Bellisma

Curved, sculpted ears are too filled with a painful hope and roaring of crashing waves to hear the scratching creaking of another’s hooves approaching her on this sea glass beach. So, when another’s voice hit her ears—Do I know you?— her entire, small body leaps from the earth in a terrified jolt, sending smooth glass flying.

The bright green, shocked gaze jerks to the source of the question. And they widen, her quick heart faltering for a moment at the familiarity there…

But is only a reflection; a reverse image of a face she now found her self yearning for. Thick black lashes blink repeatedly, as if to clear her eyes and mind of what she thought she had seen, and regain her wits to answer the question posed to her.

“N-no,” she finally manages to falter out. A short, deep breath, and then, “But I…I know your brother…I am Bellisma.” She is not sure why she gives her name…perhaps out of hope that Kianzo had spoken well of her, given what they had now shared? In any event, the series of disjointed thoughts and answers were at odds with the musicality of the small mare’s agreeable voice. But her mind…it was too rattled by hope and jolted by surprise to form fluid sentences.

She paused for a long moment, before, “Kianzo—” her pleasantly musical voice nearly breaks over the name, so tightly does her throat constrict with need emotion, “—is-is he here?”

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@Kiada